Dead tired by the time we got to Schuylerville, we played a tight 4 hour gig to, what turned out to be, an aggressively unresponsive audience. NO DANCING, NO APPLAUSE ... NOTHING.

We finished our last tune and ecstatically went down to the dressing room (beneath the stage) to leave as quickly as possible so we could all get home for our one day off, to recover from the week from hell.

It was then that a dull roar began for an encore and went on for 5 minutes, or so it seemed. The club owner came in to beg us to play some more and when he left, I said to the guys "The only way I'm doing an encore for this shitty crowd is in our underwear!".